synopsis: hugo’s heart beating out of his chest when he sees you.
vivian hugo had been told, many times, that he was strange. strange as in the "why did you just make laser sound effects while opening a soda can?" kind of way. not that he really cared at the end of the day.
he liked weird things. he liked old sci-fi movies. he liked making little "beep beep" noises when backing away from people in crowded hallways. he liked staring at clouds and pretending they were spaceships.
love, however? love was stupid. love was inefficient. love was the reason half his teammates made terrible decisions.
then he saw you. and suddenly–
badump.
he stopped walking.
badump.
the world seemed to pause.
badump.
"... huh."
you were standing outside a café, sunlight catching on your sunglasses as you laughed at something on your phone. that was it. you weren't doing anything dramatic. you weren't rescuing puppies or descending from heaven or whatever. you were literally just standing there, like a normal civilian.
yet all hugo could hear was–
badump.
badump.
badump.
he stared. you looked up. your eyes met. you smiled.
and hugo, in all his brilliance, immediately walked straight into a street sign.
CLANG.
the sound echoed down the entire sidewalk.
for a second, everything went silent. then your eyes widened before your legs rushed over.
"oh my gosh, are you okay???”
before hugo could even process his own embarrassment, you were already hurrying over to him, concern written all over your face. your hand lightly touched his forehead as you checked for injuries, and suddenly the pain from the collision became completely irrelevant.
because you were looking at him. talking to him. worried about him.
BADUMP.
BADUMP.
BADUMP.
his heart was going insane. he barely heard your question over the sound of it. in fact, he was pretty sure it was trying to escape his chest entirely.
you were beautiful. kind. attentive. and you had rushed over to help a complete stranger who had just lost a fight against a metal pole.
there’s only one logical explanation, hugo thought as he stared at you, completely dazed.
ah. so this is destiny.
that had to be it. there was absolutely no other reason his heart had chosen this exact moment to start screaming.
wait, guys, hear me out. the summer hikaru died and stardew valley crossover, featuring Sebastian as Yoshiki and Sam as Hikaru. Is this anything. Is this something. Like I still feel like it fits. Does this need pictures like right now because I feel like this is important.
"love, no... don't go," nanami rasped, voice low still laced with sleep. his breath tickled the back of your neck as he spoke. the hold of his hand around your waist was somehow tighter, even after when you thought you couldn't possibly get any closer than this; your back on his chest without any space in between.
"let me gooo, i want to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking him further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.
"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.
"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.
"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."
"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.
he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."
Summary: Dating a women’s studies major has turned Sukuna into the frat house’s most feared feminist. Now the frat boys can’t make a sexist comment without getting a lecture, while you sit back and watch.
A/n: just fun lil thing i thought of :)
The frat house was unusually quiet, no music, no party, no sports discussions.
This was because Ryomen Sukuna was standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking genuinely disappointed.
“Did you just call her a bitch?”
Satoru Gojo, halfway through stealing someone’s energy drink from the fridge, blinked. “What?”
“You called that girl a bitch.”
“She literally stole my hoodie after our hookup,” he shrugged him off.
Sukuna pointed at him. “And? Speak like a man. Have some respect.”
“No, seriously.” Sukuna continued. “You don’t get to call women bitches because you’re annoyed.”
Satoru stared. “Who are you?”
“My girlfriend says that’s misogynistic.”
“Your girlfriend also made you stop saying ‘females.’”
“And she was right, it’s disrespectful. Some shit incels say.”
The entire frat house collectively recoiled.
Across the room, you sat on the couch, sipping an iced coffee and watching the chaos unfold. A smile on your face, because god were you enjoying this.
This was better than reality TV.
Satoru pointed at you. “YOU DID THIS.”
You raised your coffee in acknowledgment.“Damn right.”
———————————————————————————————
The frat party was loud enough to shake the walls. Music blasted through the speakers.
Drinking games to your left, a fist fight to your right; and you were just observing from the kitchen.
And in the middle of it all, Toji was sprawled across the couch with a beer in hand.
His girlfriend was standing nearby talking to some friends when Toji waved his empty can in the air. “Hey.”
She glanced over. “Yeah?”
“Grab me another beer.”
A few people looked over.
She frowned. “What?”
“You heard me.” Toji pointed toward the kitchen. “Get me another beer.”
Before she could argue, another voice cut through the room.
“No.”
Toji closed his eyes. “…God.”
Across the room, Sukuna was already walking over.
You perked up immediately, ready for your boyfriend to set Toji straight.
Sukuna stopped directly in front of Toji. “Hell no.”
Toji looked exhausted. “No what?”
“No disrespecting your girl in front of me.”
A few people turned their attention to the potential altercation.
Toji rubbed his forehead. “I asked her to get me a beer.”
“You ordered her.”
“It’s not that serious, right baby?” He said, trying to save his ass.
Sukuna crossed his arms. “If you want a beer, use your legs, or ask nicely.”
Toji stared, “You cannot be real.”
His girlfriend was already trying not to laugh.
Sukuna pointed toward the kitchen, “Go get your own drink.”
“Or what?”
The entire room collectively leaned forward.
Sukuna grinned. “Or I’ll disrespect your face by punching it.”
You giggled. Only Sukuna could point out misogyny while trying to solve the issue with violence.
A guy standing nearby immediately whispered, “That’s the most Sukuna version of feminism I’ve ever heard.”
Toji looked around the room. Nobody was helping him. Not even a little, most probably in fear of Sukuna.
Finally, Toji sighed. “Fine.”
Sukuna nodded. “Good choice.”
Toji turned toward his girlfriend. “Sorry.”
She raised an eyebrow, suddenly she had more confidence than before. “Sorry for what?”
Toji was clearly embarrassed now, “Sorry for talking to you like that.”
“Thank you.”
Sukuna gave an approving nod. “There. Growth.”
“Shut it,” he said staring down Sukuna. “You know what? I’m getting my own beer.”
As Toji disappeared into the kitchen, the room broke into applause.
His girlfriend laughed and shook her head.
Then she turned to Sukuna. “Thanks.”
Sukuna shrugged. “Don’t thank me.”
He pointed across the room toward you. “Thank her.”
Everyone looked.
You were sitting comfortably on a stool in the kitchen; chin in hand, eating chips like you’d been watching a sporting event.
You gave a little wave.
“Kuna’s a women’s studies soldier ,” she said proudly. “I teach him everything I know.”
———————————————————————————————
The fraternity and sorority had gathered in one room to brainstorm ideas for a charity fundraiser. People were throwing out suggestions.
Raffles. Bake sales. Auctions.
Then Satoru snapped his fingers. “I got it.”
Immediately, you looked concerned, because he never had good ideas.
“We do a joint event with the sorority.” Satoru grinned. “The girls wear maid outfits and serve drinks.”
The room erupted into approval.
“That’s genius.”
“People would love that.”
“Easy money.”
Across the room, Sukuna slowly lowered the energy drink from his hand.
“Interesting.”
“NO,” Gojo yelled. “Let me have this one good idea,” he groans.
Sukuna stood. “Let me understand… the women wear maid costumes.”
“Yeah.”
“And serve drinks.”
“Yeah.”
“And what are the men doing?”
Toji shrugged. “We could do some strength challenge.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know. Lifting something heavy.” Several people nodded.
“Classic.” Sukuna stared. Then looked at you, looking for approval to go on a rant.
Sukuna turned back to the room. “The women get assigned a service role. The men get assigned a strength role.”
More silence.
“Based on gender.”
The room collectively sighed.
Sukuna pointed dramatically. “Why.”
Satoru finally spoke. “Because that’s what people want.”
Sukuna gasped.
You smiled proudly at your boyfriend, waiting for him to call out their blatant sexism.
“PEOPLE EXPECT IT?”
“Yeah?”
“So we’re just reinforcing traditional gender roles for profit now?”
The room erupted.
“IT’S A CHARITY EVENT.”
“YOU’RE MAKING IT SOUND EVIL.”
Sukuna ignored them. “Misogyny is evil.” He pointed toward the sorority members.
“Why are they the ones serving drinks?”
One of the sorority girls raised her hand. “Honestly, I don’t want to wear a maid costume.”
“THANK YOU.” Sukuna was fully activated.
You were delighted to see how this was playing out.
“Explain to me,” Sukuna continued, “why the men can’t wear maid costumes and serve drinks.”
The room went dead silent, and you almost spit out your drink.
Toji blinked.
Satoru blinked.
The sorority sisters were stunned. “What?”
“The men.” Sukuna spread his arms.
“No.”
“Why not?”
The room burst into laughter.
“If serving drinks is easy money, then congratulations.” He slapped the table.
“The fraternity is serving drinks.”
The sorority girls immediately started cheering.
“YES.”
“MAKE THEM DO IT.”
Toji looked horrified. “Absolutely not, I’m not wearing a maid outfit.”
Sukuna leaned forward. “Fragile, typical response from men. Toxic masculinity, machismo, societal expectations.” He says pointing a finger at different men around the room.
You had your face in your hands, trying to hide your laughter. You had to show support for your boyfriend, but couldn’t handle him naming every term he could think of.
Sukuna pointed around the room. “If the costumes aren’t degrading, wear them.”
Silence.
The sorority girls were having the time of their lives. One of them pulled out her phone. “I’m ordering maid costumes right now.”
The fraternity erupted in panic.
“STOP HER.”
“WE CAN STILL NEGOTIATE.”
——-
Two weeks later, the fundraiser ended up being the most successful event in frat history.
Mostly because nobody could resist paying money to watch a group of deeply embarrassed frat bros serve spiked lemonade in maid outfits.
Toji looked dead inside.
Satoru refused to make eye contact with anyone.
Meanwhile Sukuna carried a tray through the crowd completely unbothered.
His maid outfit fit surprisingly well, as he served you a drink.
Across the lawn, Satoru was being forced to say “Welcome home, master” for a twenty-dollar donation.
The sorority was making a fortune.
Sukuna took one look at the donation total and smiled. “Look how good we’ve done so far,” he said enthusiastically.
“I’m so proud of you,” you said before leaning in for a kiss.
“By the way, I think you should bring home this costume when you’re done here,” you said; snapping the thigh high sock on Sukuna’s thigh.
the kitchen smells like garlic, butter, and whatever expensive seasoning satoru bought last week because apparently “regular salt is boring.”
you’re standing at the stove stirring dinner while quietly regretting ever teaching your husband how to cook.
not because he’s bad at it, unfortunately, he’s annoyingly good. but because now he treats the kitchen like his personal playground whenever you’re inside it.
“whatcha makin’?” satoru asks for the fourth time in ten minutes.
you don’t even turn around. “food.”
“woaah,” he gasps dramatically behind you. “really?”
you sigh. already, you can feel him hovering nearby.
he never just stands normally either. no. he leans against counters dramatically, stretches himself over your shoulder unnecessarily, or wraps himself around you like an oversized cat who thinks personal space is offensive.
today seems to be one of those days.
before you can react, long arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest.
“satoru,” you warn immediately.
“what?” he hums innocently against your shoulder.
“i’m cooking.”
“and?”
“and you’re attached to me.”
“exactly.”
you close your eyes briefly. this man. “go sit down.”
“don’t wanna.” of course he doesn’t.
he rests his chin on your shoulder now, white hair tickling your cheek while he watches the pan like he’s genuinely interested in what you’re doing.
“…yer stirring too aggressively.”
you stop mid-motion, then slowly turn your head toward him “i’m sorry?”
“mhm,” he nods seriously. “the vegetables are scared.”
you stare at him flatly, he grins immediately. there it is. that stupid grin that says he knows exactly how annoying he’s being.
“you’re unbearable,” you mutter, turning back toward the stove.
“but ya love me.”
and you can’t even argue against it. because you do, way too much honestly.
you try focusing again, ignoring the way his fingers lazily tap against your stomach while he sways both of you side to side slightly.
for exactly twelve seconds. then,
“baby.”
you sigh. “what.”
“kiss.”
“i’m cooking.”
“multitask.”
you snort despite yourself. instantly, he notices.
“there’s the laugh i wanted,” he says proudly.
you roll your eyes. “you’re acting like a child.”
“yeah, but i’m your child.”
“that is absolutely not romantic.”
“worked though.”
before you can respond, he suddenly steals the spoon from your hand.
“satoru-”
he takes a dramatic taste directly from it, humming thoughtfully like he’s judging a five-star restaurant.
“…needs more love.”
you blink. “love?”
“mhm.”
“that’s not an ingredient.”
“sure it is.” he points the spoon toward you accusingly. “yer cooking while annoyed at me. the food can tell.”
you laugh again, quieter this time.
he’s impossible. and somehow fully aware that making you laugh is exactly how he gets away with everything.
he beams the second he hears it, immediately tightening his arms around you.
“there it is.”
“you’re insane.”
“and yet ya married me anyway.”
fair. you shake your head, reaching for the spoon again, but instead of giving it back immediately, he lifts it higher out of reach.
“satoru.”
“say please.”
you narrow your eyes. “i’m going to hit you with this pan.”
“violent. scary. terrifying even.”
“…satoru.”
he grins, then finally hands it back only to immediately steal a kiss from your cheek while you’re distracted.
you let out an annoyed sound, but he just laughs softly against your skin.
“worth it.”
you swear he gets clingier the longer you’re married. not less.
because now he follows you everywhere around the apartment like he physically cannot handle being more than three feet away from you.
and the worst part? you’re used to it now.
used to the random kisses, the constant touching and the dramatic whining whenever you don’t give him attention immediately.
“baby,” he says again suddenly.
you point the spoon toward him threateningly. “if you ask for another kiss while i’m holding hot oil, i’m divorcing you.”
he gasps loudly. “wow. so this is what our marriage has become?”
“you caused this.”
“false,” he says immediately. “i’m adorable.”
you finally turn toward him fully, raising a brow. “…adorable.”
“mhm.”
“…not annoying?”
“both can exist.”
you hate that he’s right.
satoru notices your expression immediately and lights up like he’s won something.
“you think i’m cute.”
“i think you should leave my kitchen.”
instead of listening, he pulls you closer again, large hands settling against your hips this time.
then, without warning, he buries his face into your neck dramatically.
“missed you today,” he mumbles.
your expression softens instantly. ah. there it is, underneath all the teasing, he just wanted attention.
you sigh quietly, setting the spoon down before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.
immediately, he melts against you, completely.
“you saw me this morning,” you murmur.
“too long ago.”
“…you’re needy.”
“only for you.” his voice is quieter now, warmer. and suddenly the teasing husband act slips just enough for you to see the softer part underneath it.
the real part.
you smile despite yourself, scratching lightly against his scalp.
“okay,” you whisper. “you can stay.”
he lifts his head immediately, grinning like he just won the lottery.
“sick. what’re we making?”
a/n : first time writing for gojo 👀👀 yall is this mic on 👀👀. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
I just finished whats out of the blue lock anime and i liked it, it was fun, but I cannot properly articulate how much it irritates me that Isagis like, focus... aura... you know when his eyes glow like sans undertale, the that?? I hate that its green. Almost all the other characters aura is their hair or eye color, and then isagi, the main character of blue lock who has blue eyes, his aura is green??? Not??? Not blue??? Its green??? I hate that. I hate that alot. And its a small thing. But its still there... and makes me angry.
When Satoru bought a new bed for you two to share, you had assumed it meant you would finally regain some personal space.
This was proven to be, in fact, false.
This was the third night in a row that you had been awakened by your husband's long limbs smacking you in your sleep. One lanky leg flopped over your own shorter legs while his arm draped over your stomach. It had become a routine of sorts; he would join you in bed around 4AM after finishing his duties, then around 5AM, he would begin his shenanigans.
At first, it was smaller, less irritable things like accidentally nudging you in his sleep, or snoring, but as time went on, his unconscious body seemed to turn restless. Satoru began to spread out on the bed, taking up around seventy five percent of the mattress, leaving you a sliver of space to occupy.
His lanky frame lay sprawled on the bed, limbs stretched out on top of your own as if you were his personal body pillow.
It eventually became insufferable; you couldn’t sleep with his constant invasion of your personal space, so you begged him to buy a bigger bed.
And that he did, except it somehow made the problem worse.
Now you lie awake, 5:17AM, with your husband snoring happily next to you, his leg draped over your hip, arm stretched over your collarbone, and face tucked into the crook of your neck. You didn’t understand how he managed to somehow take up the entire king-sized bed.
You huffed, trying — and failing — to push his body off of you, “Gosh, why are you so damn heavy?” You muttered under your breath, hand moving to nudge him awake.
“Toru, get up!” You whisper shouted, “You’re suffocating me, you oaf.” Gojo blinked groggily, bright blue eyes piercing the dimly lit room, “As much as I adore you, I’d like to get my three hours of beauty sleep, babe.” He groaned, nuzzling further into your neck, “Yeah, Toru. Me too, get off.”
He whined, pulling you further into his embrace as if he was trying to trap you. You rolled your eyes at him, hands still trying to push him away so you could actually enjoy your sleep. “Why do you hate me? I’m just trying to cuddle my wife,” he peeked up at you, blue eyes widening in faux puppy eyes.
“No, you’re suffocating me. Seriously, baby, how do you take up so much space?” He lifted his head, gasping in mock offence, “Are you calling me overweight? That’s so hurtful, I’ll have you know I have an amazing physique.” You stifled a laugh, brushing your fingers through his snowy hair, “Yes, Toru, I can see that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if all those sugary snacks caught up to you.”
“I’m just saying you sprawl out a lot, Toru, I’m trying to sleep, and I feel you practically on top of me.” He hummed into your neck, seemingly contemplating how to respond, “I just enjoy being close to you, is that a crime?”
You giggled, “It is when I’m practically being strangled.” Satoru whined louder this time, “It’s not fair, you deprive me of physical touch, babe.” You swatted his shoulder lightly, “Be quiet, you big baby. No one said we couldn’t cuddle. I just said stop confusing me for the mattress.” He pouted, “But you’re so soft.”
Leaning down, you kissed his pursed lips, “Just cuddle me like a normal person, okay?”
“But I’m not normal,” he sleepily argued.
You laughed, tugging lightly on his messy hair, “I know, baby. I know.”
“Can you leave me alone for like five minutes please…”
“Why? Are you uncomfortable?”
“Uh, yes?” Did he really ask you that with a straight face, when he’s literally standing by the bathroom door like some needy puppy who can’t stay away from his owner? “I want to pee in peace, so both of you need to leave. Now.”
Ah yeah, your son is also standing by the door beside his dad. He was the first one to go on the lookout for you actually, and his father simply followed him around the house until they found you here, in the upstairs bathroom.
You thought that if you used this one instead of the one on the other floor they’d understand that you wanted some privacy.
How foolish of you to think like that.
It’s as if you’re not aware by now that these two are imprinted on you like little ducklings and will follow you around at any given opportunity.
It was very endearing at first.
Hugo was very open with affection from the very start and that clinginess of his seemed to pass onto your son. The little boy sticks to you like glue more often than his father does. He has been like this since he was a newborn. Every time a family member tried to hold him when he was younger, he’d start crying and would only stop once he was in your arms again. He also refuses to eat unless he’s sat on your lap while doing so and your bedroom is practically his too since he sleeps with you and vivien more often than he sleeps in his own crib.
All those other displays of his attachment to you are cute, but this? This is just silly. “I can’t even piss in peace in this house. It's genuinely ridiculous."
“I don’t see how us being here makes any difference.” Your husband really pisses you off sometimes. No pun intended taking into account your current position. “And I didn’t finish the story I was telling you earlier.”
“I can’t do it with you two looking at me like that Vivien!” you exasperate, even when trying your best to keep your anger in control. “Just—tell me your story once I’m done, okay?”
“Ah…okay.” Finally it clicked in his brain that his time to leave was way overdue. “[S/N], we need to go. I think your mother’s getting angry.”
“But I wanna stay here with mama…” you almost feel bad for kicking them out after hearing the disappointment in his voice, but you’re also deserving of alone time. They’re not going to die simply because you want to tend to your basic physiological needs. “Here mama, I hold it for you.”
“Thank you my love…but I don’t need you to hold the toilet paper for me, It’s fine.”
“Why don't you want me to hold it,” He’s pouting already. “Mama…do you not love me anymore?” Where the hell did this come from now?!
“What?! No baby, of course I do!” You look at your husband for help, just to see he looks as desolated for being kicked out of the bathroom as the little boy beside you.
Would you do light yagami x female reader hurt comfort like she knows about the death note but she's worried about him and he kinda snaps at her and she leaves but then he apologizes and they cuddle ? Mb for explaining it horribly
⋮ ⌗ masterlist 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ :: word count: 1666 ! illi’s notez: you didn’t explain it horribly at all!! thank you for the request, and i hope you like the fic :3!
When you came over to Light’s house after school you’d expected to watch a movie, eat some snacks, maybe even lie together in his bed and simply soak up each other’s presence, but instead you were stuck on his lap, snug in between his arms as he wrote down names onto the semi-filled pages of the Death Note.
To think he would’ve wanted to actually spend time with you—his girlfriend—instead of murdering criminals. What an outrageous idea,huh? He’d only found the thing a few days ago and yet it seemed like he was already paying more attention to this notebook of death rather than he ever had you.
It scared you more than interested you. The possibility of getting caught, of someone dragging Light away from you. Would you be considered an accomplice? The thought spiked your anxiety, a slight sweat forming in your palms as you fidgeted with your uniform’s skirt. Light had been your everything for as long as you could remember—the kind boy with pretty eyes and the best grades in the school. You couldn’t even believe the fact that he accepted your confession back in freshmen year, it seemed like decades ago now—you were practically babies back then. It would kill you if you were to wake up without him gone. In jail or worse.
“Why are you so fidgety today? That’s unlike you.” His voice was calm and smooth, the grip on his pen unwavering, the precision in his handwriting absolutely perfect.
“I’m just a bit cold, that’s all.” You murmured, lying through your teeth as you leaned back into his chest, attempting to hide your facial expression from his line of sight.
“Don’t lie. I can feel your thighs burning—even through my pants.” He replied, a small yet noticeable hint of annoyance in his tone now. “What’s wrong?”
Shit…
“I just..I thought we could hang out together like you said.”
“Aren’t we? We’re both together…hanging out.”
You frowned, looking down at the floor as your fingers curled around the hem of your dress. “You know what I mean, Light.”
“What are you saying?” He practically scoffed, setting down his pen before tilting his head to look at you.
When you said nothing in response and heard his little inhale—you knew you were pushing his limits. Even without the intention to. It seemed like every little thing you did was wrong or annoying or stupid, you were walking on eggshells around him. Around someone you loved so much.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you. It’s rude.”
You slowly looked over at him, eyes slightly watery—God, you couldn’t even help it, couldn’t even stop it from glassing over your eyes. You hated how helpless you felt, how pathetic you looked to him.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m scared.” You blurted out, swallowing hard as you noticed his confused yet slightly bored expression.
“What are you scared of? Of me?”
“No—no, it’s not you. I’m scared of what’ll happen. I’m worried about you. I don’t—I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if you were to get caught—“
“Just shut up.”
“I…what?” You were speechless. Not once had Light ever spoken to you in such a degrading way. Shut up? That phrase didn’t seem to be in his vocabulary. Or so you thought.
“You’re thinking small. This mindset of yours—it’s whats keeping me behind. It’s useless to think that way, in fact it’s out right disrespectful for my own girlfriend to think I’d be stupid enough to get caught.”
Your lower lip began to quiver, entire body freezing in his hold as he continued to speak. Setting him back? Stupid? What was wrong with him? Couldn’t he see you cared so deeply for him and loved him with every single part of yourself that you couldn’t even stand the thought of never seeing him again? That you were so worried—the only way you could get it out was through your tears?
“…I’m afraid of losing you. Terrified of never seeing the one person I love more than myself, and…I’m disrespectful.?” You whimpered, a singular, fat teardrop rolling down your cheek, dribbling down before falling onto your shirt, disappearing just like that.
“You’ve changed, Light.” You sniffled, hopping up from his lap before he could see your already ruined face. “You would’ve never said this to me. Never.”
You turned to face away from him, legs shaking as you struggled to even stand up.
“Wait—“
“I’m going home.” You stated, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your cardigan. “I…I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“You…you’re being irrational. I was just being honest—“ Light stood up, trying to stop you, but you were already at the door.
“Honest? You were being honest?” You sighed, looking down at the floor. “There’s a difference between being honest and being degrading.”
“You’re mean, Light. You were being mean.” And with that, you left, and you didn’t stop walking until you were back at your own house—empty as always. It was a contributing factor to why you spent so much time at Light’s. When nobody’s there, you can hear yourself think—and that’s good. Sometimes. But most of the time you just can’t stop, and you can’t turn yourself off. It get’s so much you can barely keep yourself from going insane. The Death Note, killing people—how long until he kills someone innocent? How long until he’s caught?
You let your tears fall freely as you slowly walked up into your bedroom, immediately falling into the comfort of your mattress. Your arms wrapped around your pillow, your cheek warming the soft cotton.
You just wanted him to be safe. Why couldn’t it be like before? Before he found the notebook? He was…nicer. Patient, less snappy,—it seemed as if his temper was hanging on a thread nowadays, making it practically impossible to talk to him without the slight fear you would upset him. No one should be afraid to speak to their boyfriend.
With your eyes weighing heavy and body finally relaxing you sniffled your way to sleep, curling your fingers around your pillow as if it could bring you some true ease.
You didn’t realize how long you’d really been lost in your dreams, blissfully unconscious until you heard the sound of silverware clinking together. Your parents couldn’t be home yet, and the possibility of a robbery made you squeeze your hands around your blanket.
“Be calm…it’s probably..the wind?” You didn’t even sound sure to yourself, your shaky voice convincing absolutely no one.
You carefully slid back on your school shoes, grabbing a nearby book on your bed side table for defense. A book could totally blind em…
With tentative steps you made your way downstairs, holding the novel to your chest—as quiet as a mouse.
You expected some stranger to be there, stashing all your valuables into his bag, and that might’ve been better than who you did see. Light Yagami—standing in your kitchen with two takeout bags in front of him.
“You were sleeping, I didn’t want to disturb you.” He spoke, noticing your grip on the book and the slightly sleepy yet alert look on your face.
“I..I’m not going to yell at you again. In fact, I’m here because of that. Could…could you come down here please?”
You swallowed hard, making your way down the rest of the stairs before tossing the book onto the sofa. You walked over to him with your arms crossed, a hurt pout crossing your features.
“…Talk then.”
He sighed, taking a step closer to you. “I’m extremely sorry for what I said.. The notebook’s been a heavy thing to carry along with me and I’ve just been taking it out on you, when that’s really the last thing I should be doing.” He murmured, gently placing his hands on your waist, a faint smile tugging the corners of his lips the moment you dropped your arms.
“Why can’t you abandon it then? Can…can we go back to the way we were before?”
Light let out a deep sigh, squeezing your sides as if it were a warning. “You know I can’t do that.”
It was worth a shot you supposed.
“Don’t look so sad. I brought over some food, and this time we can watch whatever movie you want? That’s what you wanted right?”
You nodded your head, a tiny frown still adorning your lips. “Mhm.”
“Go sit on the sofa, I’ll bring over the food.”
“Hm.” You hummed, walking back over into your living room, flopping down onto the sofa, tucking your legs beneath yourself as you grabbed the TV’s remote.
Light walked over with the bags in hand, sitting down beside you before beginning to open them.
“Could we watch Tangled?”
“Whatever you want.” He smiled, placing paper containers of rice, noodles, dumplings, and other foods onto the table.
“Could…could we just sit together and then eat for the second half of the movie..?” You spoke, eager to cuddle next to him. A pillow could never replace his warmth, no matter how hard you wanted it to.
“The food will get cold—“
“Please, Light.” You whispered, already moving closer, both your arms wrapping around his one.
He looked over at you, that pleading little look breaking his resolve almost completely.
“Sure.”
You smiled for the first time since he’d gotten there, instantly crawling into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re like a spider.” He commented, but you paid absolutely no mind, clicking play on the movie.
“Maybe I am.”
“You’re hiding things from me now?” He chuckled, gently kissing your forehead.
“I can keep secrets too.” You replied, earning a smile from him.
“Ahah..funny. Movie’s starting now.” He mumbled, keeping his hand on your lower back—his other on your thighs. You could remember the first time he held you like this. After you’d gotten hurt back in freshmen year and he carried you like this all the way to the infirmary. At least the Light you knew wasn’t completely gone. Yet.
you accidentally forgot to respond to his affection
ITOSHI SAE !
while everyone believed that his dry ass 'gm' deserved to be left on delivered, you knew better.
those two stupid alphabets together meant im thinking about you the first thing i wake up.
but it so happened one morning that you left him on seen. sae thinks it's fine. maybe you're brushing your teeth or making breakfast. he shouldn't overthink but he can't help but to worry when it's past noon.
he sighs. and types why you didn't reply. then he messaged again. and again. but it gets left on delivered. he flips the phone, about to give up, just then—ding.
message from y/n.
sry i fell asleep again 😭
ITOSHI RIN !
while walking home together, rin didn't think much. his hands brushed against yours a couple of times so naturally, he reached for yours.
except what happened was—at the same time, you pulled back, running your hand through your hair, not knowing that your boyfriend is gonna think too much about it.
at first, rin tells himself it's nothing really. but then you feel him slow down. you pause and look behind, asking what's wrong.
to which he doesn't even hesitate saying—"just wanted to hold your hand."
you blink. you don't question your weird, sad boyfriend more, taking his hand in yours as the two of you continue walking.
ISAGI YOICHI !
saying those three words is so natural. it's like breathing now. you and yoichi just happen to simply talk and laugh over a topic that kept changing every second.
somewhere between giggles, he says it.
i love you.
you don't pay attention that much, calling him silly, flicking his forehead. he laughs too, but it's a bit awkward. you don't notice, continuing to yap about the next thing. it's nothing. yoichi tries to convince himself. you don't have to say it back everytime.
but when he starts thinking too much, he interrupts, "y/n," he calls and you hum as a question, "i love you." you tilt your head, confused, but say it back.
and oh those simple words 'i love you too,'...you don't know how much that relieved him.
MICHAEL KAISER !
kisses.
michael lives for them. giving and receiving. but mostly receiving.
kisses on forehead, cheeks, nose, or the ones where you have to stand on your tippie toes to peck his lips. all of it.
but today, you perhaps forgot to give him one. so he leans over to you, wanting to take it himself but you turn the other way and NOT on purpose. you're not brushing it off by saying not right now or some excuse.
but that doesn't help it. sure he tries to give you time, but it isn't long till he finally confronts you about it.
"you don't wanna kiss today?" he asks.
do you not love me anymore? is what his overthinking self meant.
he doesn't explain more. you read him. you apologize, cupping his face and kissing him, making all that insecurity run away.
Julien Loki and the way he challenges you to a race to the front door every time you come home. Giving you a massive head start, only to burst past you at the last second with a breathless laugh, blocking the doorway with his arms wide open so you have to run directly into his chest.
Julien Loki and the way he gets completely drunk on your praise. He loves when he’s being worshiped and coming from you satisfies his ego more than a stadium of thousands could.
Julien Loki and the way he indulges his sweet tooth around you. Carefully roasting chocolate marshmallows for you or popping them directly into your mouth with a soft laugh. His eyes crinkle with pure warmth as he licks a bit of chocolate from his own thumb. With you he can be just a regular boy who’s completely captivated by you.
Julien Loki and the way he looks back to make sure you’re keeping up with him in public. Walking a half step ahead to shield you from the crowd, his hand reaching back blindly to lock his fingers tightly with yours. A quick, reassuring glance over his shoulder with a warm smile, ensuring you're safe.
Julien Loki and the way he handles your dates in public. He gets recognized easily, but he never lets it ruin your time. He will politely sign an autograph but his other hand stays anchored on the small of your back, subtly reminding everyone that his attention belongs entirely to you.
Julien Loki and the way he casually spoils you. Booking a private room at a high-end restaurant or getting you expensive jewelry, completely oblivious to how grand it is. To him, spending his money to give you the best experiences in the world is the most natural thing to do.
Julien Loki and the way he tries to teach you French words. Leaning close, whispering the words slowly against your ear, and laughing brightly when your pronunciation misses the mark, before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as a reward for trying.
Julien Loki and the way he tracks your eyes during matches. Finding you in the stadium crowd within a split second, giving you a quick smile before the whistle blows. Delivering a flawless performance because he treats every goal as a gift for his favorite spectator.
Julien Loki and the way he uses his insane reflexes to tease you. Snatching your phone out of your hand with a flash of lightning speed, holding it above his head with a cheeky, teasing grin. Watching you struggle to reach it with pure amusement in his eyes, before easily melting and pulling you flush against his chest as a penalty.
Julien Loki and the way he holds you when the pressure of being a prodigy gets too heavy. Locking his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck. Your presence is the only safe place where he can finally slow down his mind and just breathe.
Julien Loki and the way he gets jealous when another guy is staring at you in public. His usual bright expression instantly dropping into a cold glare. He won’t cause a scene or lose his composure, but he will deliberately hold your waist and lock eyes with the guy, his dark stare making it clear exactly who you belong to.
hugo needs to take care of his pretty face as well !
it’s 5:32 am when you open your eyes, eyes forced open and limbs still heavy. you can still feel the exhaust in your chest, the fog in your mind, and the desperate want for sleep. except there was one problem:
hugo wasn’t with you in the bed.
you were usually always fast asleep with his arms circled tightly around your torso, his nose buried in your hair. but hugo was nowhere to be found, and his side of the bed was cold, meaning he had likely been gone for a while now.
your blood ran cold as millions of horrific possibilities ran around your mind. was he kidnapped in his sleep? did he run away from you while you were vulnerable? did you forget something he told you? did he have early morning practice today and he didn’t tell you?
unable to sleep without hugo’s warmth, you slid off the bed languidly, half rubbing your eyes. you searched the apartment with slouched shoulders until you heard a faint noise from the bathroom.
the blow dryer.
what the hell was hugo doing, showering at 5 am?
you pushed open the door, fully expecting a naked hugo in front of you, but instead you found him fully clothed and awake, a hair dryer at his eyes.
“vivien, what the hell are you doing…?” you asked with the most amount of energy you could muster.
“i was originally going to the bathroom, nature’s calling. but then i looked into the mirror and saw just how messed up my lashes were. they were crooked, see?” hugo pointed at a rather curled lash that pointed upwards. “so i wet them and i’m now blow drying them.”
“it’s five in the morning.”
“i came here at four thirty.”
“so for an hour,” you accused. “you were just standing here taking care of your lashes like a pretty little princess?” you dragged a hand down your face. “did you even take your piss?”
“no. my destiny told me that my lashes came first,” hugo debated. you glared at him.
“vivien. take your fucking piss. i’m not planning on washing our sheets anytime before next week.” you drawled. “just come back to bed when you’re done. it’s freezing without you.”
hugo jumped up, intent on following you back. “it’s quite alright. i can hold it in—“
“shut the fuck up.”
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yuji had agreed to the skincare routine far more easily than you expected. usually, getting him to sit still for more than five minutes required bribery, threats, or some combination of both, but tonight he’d simply followed you into your room and dropped onto the edge of your bed without protest.
now he sat there while you worked through your carefully arranged collection of products, entirely absorbed in what you were doing.
the room was warm and quiet. a show played softly from your laptop in the background, neither of you paying much attention to it. most of your focus was directed at yuji’s face as you tilted his chin toward the light, inspecting his skin with surprising seriousness. yuji’s focus, however, was somewhere else entirely.
on you.
you always got like this whenever you concentrated on something. your brows would pull together slightly, your lips would press into a thoughtful line, and the rest of the world seemed to disappear around you.
it didn’t matter whether you were studying, reading, or trying to convince yourself that his skin desperately needed saving. once your attention landed on something, it stayed there.
he liked that about you.
a lot.
you squeezed a small amount of moisturizer onto your fingertips before gently spreading it across his cheek. your movements were careful and methodical, like you were following a routine you’d memorized long ago. when yuji shifted his weight slightly, the bed dipping beneath him, you immediately caught his jaw and angled his face back toward you.
“stay still.”
your thumb lingered against his chin as you inspected the side of his face, making sure the product had blended properly.
“i’m literally sitting here.”
there was a grin threatening to appear on his face already. he was clearly enjoying himself far more than someone being forced into skincare should have been.
“you were moving.”
you leaned closer, studying his skin from a different angle before reaching for another bottle.
“i moved, like, half an inch.”
“exactly.”
a laugh escaped him, low and quiet. you remained completely unimpressed. instead, you unscrewed the next product and dabbed a small amount onto the bridge of his nose. the fact that you were taking this so seriously only made him smile more.
for the next few minutes, the room settled back into comfortable silence. you worked carefully, occasionally turning his face toward the lamp or brushing your fingers across his jaw to check whether everything had absorbed properly.
every time you touched him, your attention stayed on the task itself. every time you touched him, yuji found himself staring a little harder.
eventually, after what was probably an excessive amount of effort for a simple skincare routine, you stepped back to inspect your work.
“there.”
you folded your arms and tilted your head slightly, evaluating the final result.
yuji waited, your eyes narrowed. something clearly wasn’t right, then, without warning, you leaned forward again.
he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “what now?”
you squinted at the area near his jaw. “i missed a spot.”
“no, you didn’t.”
already reaching for the moisturizer again, you ignored him completely.
“i did.”
yuji shook his head, watching you rub the tiniest amount of product into a spot he was fairly certain looked identical to the rest of his face.
“you absolutely didn’t.”
you hummed absentmindedly, focused entirely on correcting this apparent catastrophe. once you were finally satisfied, you capped the bottle and set it aside. after one last inspection, you nodded firmly to yourself.
“okay. now i’m done.”
the look of accomplishment on your face made something warm settle in yuji’s chest. it was such a small thing. you’d spent the last half hour fussing over him like it actually mattered. and somehow, to you, it probably did.
his smile softened before he could stop it, almost immediately, you noticed.“what?” you were already looking at him suspiciously.
“nothing.”
he rested his hands against the edge of the mattress, trying and failing to hide his amusement.
“you’re doing that thing again.” you pointed at him as though presenting evidence.
“what thing?”
“looking at me and smiling for no reason.”
for a moment, yuji just looked at you. at the concentration that still hadn’t fully left your expression. at the products scattered around your room. at the quiet pride you were trying not to show over a skincare routine.
then he reached out and loosely hooked a finger around your wrist before you could move away. his thumb brushed lightly against your skin.
“i don’t know,” he admitted, looking up at you with a small smile. “i just like seeing you happy about the little things.”
isagi and rin are doing some sponsored stream together. they've already been arguing for 40 minutes. the sponsor is probably crying.
rin is being particularly annoying that day. every answer is somehow an insult. every sentence is somehow directed at isagi.
finally rin goes: "you only look smart because everyone around you is stupid."
chat collectively goes: ooooooooh.
isagi doesn't even blink. or hesitate. or think.
he immediately replies: "and somehow you still can't keep up. am i stuck in your head 25/8? is that what’s making you stupid?"
silence. complete silence.
rin is acting like someone unplugged him.
the chat notices before isagi does. because rin… has no comeback. none. nein. zero. he just stares.
the clip zooms in on his face. people genuinely think the stream lagged.
isagi finally notices. "... did i kill him?"
the chat explodes.
RIN SPEECHLESS COMPILATION WHEN???
HE FINALLY MET HIS MATCH.
ISAGI WON THE ARGUMENT. THE PROPHECY IS TRUE.
to this day, people still use the clip as a reaction meme.
itoshi rin – i know dada
rin is streaming alone. mistake #1.
someone donates and asks: "how does it feel knowing all the comments on your 18th birthday post say 'dada'?"
rin looks disgusted. "what the hell are you talking about?"
chat starts spamming.
CHECK THE POST.
GO LOOK.
PLEASE.
rin, unfortunately, checks. he opens his recent birthday post. and then… you can literally watch the life leave his eyes.
because the comments are exactly what chat said. no congratulations. no happy birthday. not even anything related to soccer. just thousands upon thousands of:
dada
happy birthday dada
good morning dada
i love you dada
father
are you single?
rin scrolls. it gets worse. he scrolls again. it somehow gets EVEN WORSE.
the entire stream watches him process this information in real time.
"what is wrong with you people?"
more comments appear like: HE SAID SOMETHING. DADA SPOKE.
rin almost drops his phone. "stop saying that."
YES DADA.
"i'm blocking all of you."
OUR DADA WOULD NEVER.
he ends the stream early.
the clip reaches every social media platform imaginable.
for months afterward, every post he makes gets flooded with "dada."
he never truly recovers.
itoshi sae – the triplets curse
sae is streaming. rin appears because i enjoy their suffering. the brothers are already arguing.
then chat starts asking weird questions.
one comment says: "sae would be a terrible dad."
sae shrugs. "probably."
rin immediately says, "don't worry. you'll find out."
sae narrows his eyes. "what?"
rin deadpans. "i curse you with triplets."
the reaction is instant and violent. sae's entire nonchalant persona evaporates.
"TAKE THAT BACK."
chat loses it. this is the first genuine panic they've ever heard from him.
"take what back?"
"WHAT ELSE? THE TRIPLETS."
rin starts laughing. actually laughing. which is somehow rarer.
sae is horrified. "why would you say that?"
"because it's funny."
"IT'S NOT FUNNY."
"it is."
"RIN."
chat is crying.
sae spends the next ten minutes trying to negotiate with him. "you don't even know how curses work."
"doesn't matter."
"undo it."
"no."
"UNDO. IT."
people clip the entire conversation.
everyone becomes obsessed with the fact that triplets specifically was what broke him. now they know his biggest fear.
nagi seishiro – sleep talking
nagi is streaming. but this time, he's exhausted.
he's laying on his bed playing a game. half answering chat. half asleep. eventually he says: "i'm not tired."
five minutes later, he's knocked out. completely unconscious. controller still in his hand.
chat thinks it's hilarious. they start taking screenshots. making memes. the usual.
until nagi starts talking in his sleep.
and chat immediately shuts up.
because the first thing he says is: "... don't take my fries…”
a pause.
then: "... that's my pillow..."
another pause.
then: "... pretty..."
chat loses it.
WHO IS PRETTY.
NAGI WAKE UP.
WHO ARE WE TALKING ABOUT.
nagi continues eeping, completely unaware.
then comes the line that gets clipped everywhere. a small sleepy smile appears on his face. and he mumbles: "... wanna marry ‘em..."
the chat explodes so violently that it probably registered as a natural disaster.
EXCUSE ME????
WHO IS THEM????
WHO IS GETTING PROPOSED TO????
NAGI SEISHIRO ANSWER THE QUESTION.
he sleeps through the entire thing for another 20 minutes.
the stream ends automatically. but the clip gets millions of views.
nagi wakes up the next day to discover the internet believes he's secretly in love.
his response? "... that's troublesome."
which doesn’t make it any better at all.
mikage reo – “my boyfriend–”
reo and nagi are doing a chill gaming stream together. nothing unusual. reo is carrying the entire stream organization on his back as always while nagi is physically present, but spiritually loading at maybe 3%.
everything is normal until reo says: "guys, give nagi a second. my boyfrie–"
he freezes.
the chat freezes.
nagi looks up from his phone for the first time in 15 minutes.
"your what…?"
reo's soul leaves his body.
"BEST FRIEND. I SAID BEST FRIEND."
the chat instantly clocks out of reality.
MY BOYFRIEND?????
REO EXPOSED???
CLIP IT. CLIP IT. CLIP IT.
HE DID NOT STUTTER.
reo is sweating. nagi is staring at him.
"you looked pretty confident the first time."
"nagi, please."
"you've called me worse."
"WE’RE STILL LIVE."
the clip gets 30 million views.
the comments become a war zone. half the internet is convinced they secretly got married. the other half is convinced reo accidentally leaked a 10-year situationship.
nagi likes exactly one edit of the clip.
reo nearly passes away. his PR team is working overtime.
bachira meguru – he’s actually REALLY good at karaoke???
bachira starts the stream because chat convinced him to do karaoke.
everyone expects disaster. because… bachira is bachira.
people are expecting him to scream lyrics, forget words halfway through, start beatboxing for no reason, maybe get distracted by a fly. normal bachira behavior.
instead… he starts singing. “dangerous woman” by ariana grande.
and the entire chat blows up. because he's actually insane. like genuinely good. UNFAIRLY good. where did this come from???
the comments go from joking around to:
WAIT.
HOLD ON.
WHY IS HE GOOD???
DAMN I NEED A MONSTER TOO.
bachira's completely oblivious. he's just having a good time.
and the chat is just having a collective identity crisis.
then the real viral moment happens. someone donates: "bet you can't sing a heartbreak song seriously."
bachira shrugs. "bet."
big mistake. he picks “my all” by mariah carey.
suddenly, this man starts singing like he just got divorced, lost custody of the kids, got fired, and watched his dog leave him all in the same week.
chat is STUNNED.
where did these vocals come from???
why is there emotion???
do i need to text my ex– (a/n: pls don’t.)
people start clipping it.
football fans who have never voluntarily listened to music before are posting: "oh so he’d DESTROY me in soccer AND karaoke."
the clip reaches non-blue lock fans. then non-football fans. then random music communities.
eventually, the comments become:
wrong career.
put him in a studio immediately!!!
he should be an IDOL.
bachira spends the next week confused because everyone keeps asking him for an album.
shidou ryusei – his search history
shidou is streaming. which is already a public safety concern.
he's answering questions, being loud, being annoying, being shidou.
then someone asks him to pull up a video... and he ends up clicking the search bar by accident.
now the entire stream can see his recent searches.
the first one is: "how to take a shit at someone else's house.”
chat immediately folds.
WHAT?
shidou squints at the screen. "what's so funny?"
THAT'S YOUR FIRST SEARCH.
"okay? sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do."
the chat somehow laughs harder.
then more searches appear.
"metallica concerts near me"
"deftones concerts near me"
"can you survive on energy drinks alone"
"how loud is too loud for headphones"
all of these are pretty normal for shidou.
then he scrolls. and that's when things go downhill. fast.
"is sae itoshi gay?”
chat explodes so hard it practically crashes.
SHIDOU????????
WHY WERE YOU GOOGLING THAT????
DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL US.
shidou stares. realizes what everyone is looking at. and instead of being embarrassed? he doubles down.
"what? i was curious."
"CURIOUS ABOUT WHAT?" chat screams.
"the answer."
the donations start flooding in.
ASKING FOR A FRIEND???
SHIDOU WE NEED CONTEXT.
WHY DID YOU NEED THIS INFORMATION.
he refuses to elaborate.
then another search gets spotted: "how to tell if someone is ignoring your texts on purpose.”
the entire stream loses consciousness. now the timeline is becoming clear.
the comments are moving so fast they're unreadable and shidou most definitely can’t keep up.
"stop reading into things,” he says. (which is exactly what someone says when people should absolutely be reading into things.)
the clip goes viral within hours. the internet spends weeks creating theories.
and somewhere out there, sae discovers the clip.
the livestream mysteriously disappears less than two hours later.
karasu tabito – spilling all the tea
karasu starts the stream with one objective: talk football. that's it. football. simple. easy.
except chat starts asking questions.
and unfortunately, karasu knows everything.
who's dating who. who hates who. who got into arguments. who got kicked out of restaurants. who almost got arrested. he knows ALL of it.
so someone asks: "who's the biggest diva in blue lock?"
karasu immediately answers. "reo." without hesitation.
reo starts texting him before the sentence is even finished.
then another question. "who causes the most problems?"
"shidou." easy.
another. "who takes the longest getting ready?"
"aryu. next."
another. "who's most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse?"
"not nagi."
chat is loving this. karasu is having the time of his life.
then he gets too comfortable. way too comfortable. cuz now he's telling stories. real stories.
"one time rin and isagi argued for 30 minutes over the different types of milk. gosh, i wanted to kill them both."
chat explodes.
"one time, sae hung up on rin six times in a row."
more screaming.
"one time, kaiser spent 15 minutes searchin’ for a mirror."
absolute chaos. his viewer count doubles. triples. quadruples. people are treating the stream like classified government documents.
eventually, his phone starts vibrating nonstop. messages. calls. threats (probably).
karasu glances down. "... oh."
chat knows. they immediately know. people are spamming: "who texted you?"
karasu smiles. "the people i just talked about."
the clip ends there because the stream mysteriously cuts off 10 seconds later.
nobody knows whether it was internet issues or whether multiple blue lock players collectively decided to hunt him for sport.
kaiser michael – ragebaiting men for sport
kaiser starts the stream feeling fantastic. confident. beautiful. untouchable.
the chat immediately senses weakness.
it starts with one comment: "do you ever wish you were athletic?"
kaiser laughs. "that's funny." he moves on.
another comment appears: "what's the first thing you'd do if you were tall?"
a pause. a small pause. the smile twitches. "i am tall."
chat smells blood. the questions start multiplying.
"when did you stop working out?"
"what's it like being an upcoming player?"
"have you ever considered soccer?"
"do you think you could beat isagi in a match?"
that last one almost kills him.
ness, sitting next to him, immediately realizes what's happening. "kaiser."
"what."
"they're baiting you."
"they're not baiting me. they're stupid."
the chat absolutely erupts because now they know it works.
"what inspired you to pursue a career outside of sports?"
"OUTSIDE OF–"
kaiser sits upright so fast he nearly launches himself out of frame. "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN."
ness is trying not to laugh, which is difficult since kaiser is getting genuinely upset.
another comment appears: "you have really good genetics. have you ever thought about becoming an athlete?"
"NESS."
"yes?"
"BAN THEM."
"there's 40,000 people saying it–”
"BAN ALL OF THEM."
chat is crying. then the final blow arrives. the strongest ragebait ever created.
"what was it like watching isagi yoichi become the face of soccer?"
kaiser’s smile disappears. the room temperature drops. ness immediately starts sweating.
"okay." kaiser cracks his knuckles. "okay."
"kaiser."
"okay."
"kaiser, don't."
for the next five minutes, he delivers the most passionate, unprompted, statistically sourced presentation mankind has ever witnessed. pulling up rankings. goals. awards. match footage. charts. receipts. evidence.
he is fighting for his life.
meanwhile, chat is spamming:
HE FELL FOR IT.
HE'S STILL GOING.
NOBODY ASKED FOR A POWERPOINT.
THIS IS THE BEST STREAM EVER.
the clip ends with ness quietly reading one final donation: "thank you for answering my question, aspiring athlete."
kaiser disconnects the stream instantly. the screen goes black.
every single clip posted from this livestream gets millions of views within a day.
ness alexis – only cuz you’re here 🥺
ness starts a perfectly normal stream where he's talking about football, answering questions, and acting relatively sane.
then suddenly someone in chat starts spamming: MAMA A KAISER BEHIND YOU.
ness turns around. and there he is. kaiser. literally just walking through the room. nothing special. not even looking at the camera.
ness immediately transforms into a middle school fangirl meeting her celebrity crush.
"KAISER!!” his voice goes up like three octaves.
kaiser doesn't even stop walking. "hey, ness."
ness starts smiling so hard his face looks painful. "guys, did you hear that? he said hey. HE SAID HEY. TO ME."
chat is losing consciousness.
every single time kaiser appears, the exact same thing happens.
one stream has kaiser walk into frame three separate times. all three times ness reacts like it's the second coming.
eventually the comments start rating his reactions.
kaiser appearance #1: 8/10 blush.
kaiser appearance #2: screaming.
kaiser appearance #3: heartbeat visibly increased to cardiac arrest levels.
the final viral clip is kaiser asking: "why are you smiling like that?"
